Fierce Intentions

Chapter 3.

Anna's Dream:

It all looked black and white. Since nothing was alive, there was no color. It was so cold, it was like ice. The world had completely shut down around me. I wanted to cry but nothing came out. I was trapped inside my own sorrows. I wanted my parents, I wanted Stacey; I wanted Amanda. She was such a sweet and intelligent girl. Why would he do such things? She was as pure as a white rose, but she was now stained with blood.

I was searching all around this unknown, barren, cold land. After walking for forever I spotted one tiny white rose, tarnished red, sticking out of the last piece of earth. As I got closer it started to turn brown. The leaves fell off and the petals withered away. She was dying. I, standing there in complete awe, watched helplessly as the rose died. Then at that moment lightning struck it, perking up a bit, but I could still see the damages.

Anna's POV:

I was shaken awake by Stacey. "She woke up! Come on let's go!" Stacey yanked my hand so hard. I almost tripped but I managed to wake myself up enough to follow her closely. We arrived at the room and walked in. Approaching her bed, I couldn't bare it. It was too painful to see her like this. Crying again I grabbed her hand and held on so tight. 

In between sniffles and cries, "Why did he do this?" I croaked. 

In the scratchiest, lowest, most distressed voice I've ever heard she replied, "I wouldn't let him do it again." 

"Do what?!" I was so angry, I could barely contain myself. Stacey's hand made its way to my cheek. She was trying to keep me sane. 

"Me..." She muttered as her eyes rolled back in her head and the machines went crazy.

I threw a fit. I was throwing things and crying. I fell to the floor in weakness. 

My dad came and grabbed me holding me tight; he picked me up and laid me down in another room on the bed. Stacey came in, she could barely even walk. My dad returned with my mom and they tried their hardest to comfort us but nothing helped. Finally after hours of nonstop crying my eyes were to swollen and numb to cry anymore, I couldn't stomach the thought of losing someone so close to me. It was sickening to imagine a father, someone who helped make your existence possible, would take it away just like that; someone who's supposed to love you, protect you, comfort you when you have a broken heart, and always be there for you could just do all these horrible things. I was torn apart from the insides.

All I wanted to do was cry. Over the next few days I didn't eat, go to school, or leave my bed period. I would wake up multiple times a night screaming and crying my head off. My parents would run in and calm me back to sleep. 

I made my mom sleep with me some nights. I just needed someone to be there.

There was nothing I could do to get Amanda back. I'd often dream of that place again. Except there was no sand were the dirt used to be. There was no rose. There was absolutely nothing; pitch black. I was now scared of that place. I couldn't see and I would hear noises that frightened me very much. It wasn't cold anymore. I actually don't know how to describe it, it was nothing; a Nether-land.

I finally went back to school. There was a new boy. He was rude to everyone, defiant to teachers, just a very ignorant person.

I saw him at her funeral. He spoke for her; her brother. I never knew she had a brother. I was roaming the halls, books in hand looking down at my feet. This was my new everyday attitude. I didn't talk to anyone, my grades dropped, and I was kicked out of student council. 

I didn't care I was wounded, like a soldier who lost someone they were sworn to protect. I was broken into a million pieces. I quit everything I did, piano, ballet, soccer.

In the midst of my thoughts, I ran into to someone and my books went all over the floor. "Watch where the fuck you're going, nerd." It was him. Hearing him say that to me broke my heart even more. I began to cry again, I hadn't cried in days because of how numb I was but him, her brother saying that was too much. All I ever wanted to do was thank him for his nice words at the funeral. I scurried to the ground and gathered my books. 

"Why are you crying, fucking girls so damn sensitive I swear," he mumbled looking down at me like he was going to punch me. 

"I..I'm ss-sorry," I whimpered.

His leg brushed the side of my arm as he walked passed. Crying a bit more, I picked up my books again and ran to the bathroom. I closed the stall door behind me and wept into my hands. How could he be so rude and especially after his sister just died? A million thoughts ran through my mind. I hated him.

I called my parents and told them to come check me out. They hadn't been letting me drive lately, but I completely understood why. My mom took off of work for the rest of the day and lied down with me in my bed. "I'm so sorry for what you've been going through. I wish I could say I know how you feel but I don't. I know you're hurt and I know you miss her but she is in a better place now. Better than where she was," my mom indicated softly while rubbing my back.

The next day I didn't roam the halls. I sat under my locker and read a book. Stacey moved away after the funeral. We stopped talking and I was all alone.  I felt a presence come toward me. "Awe look at the little nerd reading her little nerd book," exclaimed Lacey as her friends died with laughter.  "Awe what's the matter? No friends? Oh, where's Stacey? Let's not forget about Amanda. Didn't she die? She fucked her dad? What a slut!" I started to cry again. All her and her friends did was laugh. How could she say such untrue things? Tears were wetting the book. I was about to get up and run to the bathroom again when she kicked my books all over the floor. As I was trying to pick them up she decided to try and act cool and kick me in the stomach. It hurt but I was more hurt over her words about Amanda.

Right then I heard a really hard smack and I looked up to see Jason. He slapped Lacey in the face. Holding her face I saw a tear leak out of her eye. "You know that's my sister you ungrateful bitch. We're done. Get out of here," Jason screamed. His face so red; like blood. She and her friends scurried away. He bent down to my level, "Are you okay? Did it hurt?" he said furrowing a brow in concern. 

"I'm fine," I grumbled, slowly getting up with my hand attached to my stomach. He was being nice. Ew, I didn't like it. It felt awkward. 

"I didn't know you were friends with my sister. And about yesterday..." 

I cut him off, "Don't. I'm fine. Go away." He picked up my books and handed them to me. 

"Come with me," he said grabbing my arm. He pulled me all the way to the parking lot to his car. It was a nice car, looked similar to mine but better.

He lifted up my shirt. I slapped his hand. "Woah, I'm just trying to look at your stomach!" he said in a defensive tone. He lifted my shirt once more. I allowed it this time. There it was a huge blue, black, and yellow bruise across my stomach. "I'm so sorry! I should have known yesterday and if I would have known I wouldn't have done that and I wouldn't have let this happen today because I would have been there for you!" His big blue eyes pleaded for my forgiveness. Instead I said nothing.